Coke. Coke. She drinks coke.
Smoke. Smoke. She don't smoke.
Coke makes her high.
It makes her fly.

The little red can,
Makes her need a fan.
She drinks Coke.
It ain't no joke.

She sings a litte song.
And does a little dance.
All because that coke,
Put her in a trance.

This poem was written about a girl, who likes Coke. Granted I am not talking about the drug, but the drink. I wrote it in my Ecology class. Who says you gotta do work in school?

This poem was written on April 30th, 1998